You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Chen Yuan's warm palm pressed against the thin layer of silk fabric.

He felt the faint yet powerful fetal movements beneath his palm.

"A little devil is fine, as long as he doesn't get bullied."

A deep voice echoed in the quiet master bedroom, revealing an undeniable protectiveness.

Shen Wanzhou was about to retort.

My stomach started churning without warning.

A sour, bitter liquid rushed down my esophagus and into my throat.

She pushed Chen Yuan's arm away, leaned half her body over the edge of the bed, and dry heaved into the trash can below.

"vomit--"

Cold sweat instantly covered her fair forehead, sticking to a few stray hairs.

The gentleness in Chen Yuan's eyes vanished completely.

His large hand quickly patted her back, smoothing her down her spine.

The movements were incredibly gentle.

"What would you like to eat?"

He handed me a cup of warm water, which was at just 45 degrees Celsius.

Shen Wanzhou rinsed her mouth, her eyes flushed with an endearing red.

She leaned against the pillow, her brows furrowed in a deep frown.

Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the silk quilt.

"I want to eat... baked snails from Burgundy."

The demand is completely illogical.

One second you're enjoying a traditional Chinese medicinal diet to help prevent miscarriage, and the next second your taste buds are traveling halfway around the world.

Chen Yuan didn't ask a single question.

"eagle."

He pressed the internal communicator by the bedside, his voice cold and hard.

"Have the French branch send a supersonic helicopter to deliver white truffles from Alba and fresh Burgundy snails."

Star Venture Capital Headquarters Building.

Wang Kai stared at the dispatch instructions on the screen, his chubby hands clutching a tissue as he wiped the sweat from his neck.

"Quickly! Get the air traffic control to give the green light!"

"If the snail Brother Yuan wanted is missing even one tentacle, you'll all have to go dig coal at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean!"

The entire group's global logistics network was put into frenzied operation because of a pregnant woman's words.

Three hours later.

The open kitchen on the first floor of Genting Manor.

Chen Yuan changed out of his pure black haute couture suit.

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and a faded black apron was tied around his waist.

On the stainless steel countertop, there were many air-freighted combination lock suitcases equipped with dry ice cooling.

Flames licked the bottom of the pan.

The garlic and rosemary sizzled and popped in the fermented butter.

Chen Yuan deftly stuffed the cleaned snail meat back into the shell.

Drizzle with a lightly browned butter sauce.

Serve it up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

A pure silver tray rested on the bedside table.

The lid is lifted.

The rich aroma of butter wafted into the air.

Shen Wanzhou's nose twitched.

The flavor I had been longing for just moments ago now turned into a cloying, fishy smell as it entered my nostrils.

She abruptly covered her mouth and shrank back.

The acid in my stomach surged again.

"Take it away...it doesn't taste right."

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her voice was muffled in the palm of her hand.

The knuckles are turning white.

Chen Yuan showed no impatience whatsoever.

With a "snap," he slammed the sterling silver lid shut and handed the tray to Uncle Fu behind him.

It's fallen over.

He turned his head and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with his fingertips.

"Let's change it. What would you like to eat?"

Shen Wanzhou bit her lower lip, her fingertips twisting the corner of the blanket, revealing a hint of guilt.

"Middle Eastern kebabs...must be heavily seasoned with cumin."

Chen Yuan stood up and ruffled her hair.

"wait for me."

All day long, on the helipad of Genting Resort.

The helicopter's rotors never stopped roaring.

High-quality kelp from Japan, Iberian black pork from Spain, and top-grade caviar from Russia.

It was continuously delivered into the kitchen on the first floor.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the stove, his back straight.

He was all alone, with just one pot.

They managed to replicate the top menus from twelve countries in this small space.

The charcoal crackled softly on the grill.

The grease from the Middle Eastern barbecue dripped onto the charcoal, sending up a plume of white smoke.

Serve it up.

Shen Wanzhou only bit a little bit of the edge, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"It's too tough..."

The plates were removed.

Next up is Japanese dashi broth.

Clear as water, with the sweetness of kelp and bonito.

Shen Wanzhou took a sip and pushed the porcelain bowl away.

"It's too bland, it has no taste in my mouth."

The plate was removed again.

Uncle Fu stood outside the kitchen door, holding a white handkerchief in his hand.

Looking at the priceless, top-quality ingredients in the trash can, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

A dozen of the world's top Michelin chefs stood outside the door.

They were a backup team poached by Star Ventures with a hefty sum.

But at this moment, they could only stand helplessly in the corridor.

Looking at Chen Yuan's knife skills, which were so fast they left afterimages, they didn't even have the qualifications to go in and help out.

Chen Yuan's white shirt collar was already slightly damp with sweat.

But his hand holding the knife remained as steady as a mountain.

There was no anger, no complaints.

All he knew was that the woman upstairs was carrying his child.

She couldn't eat a single bite of food, and his heart felt like it was being cut repeatedly by a dull knife.

The refrigerated display case was opened again.

Chen Yuan took out a piece of top-quality bluefin tuna belly that had just been caught in the deep sea off Hokkaido and airlifted to the island within four hours.

The blade flashed a cold light under the lamp.

He didn't make it into regular sashimi.

Reverse wrist rotation.

Chen Yuan used the back of his knife, following the grain of the fish meat.

Little by little, they removed all the snow-white fat and fascia that were distributed like marble.

Only the core, the softest part of the pink, jelly-like fish meat remains.

He used a silver knife to scrape the fish meat into a paste finer than mud.

In a small purple clay pot, a pot of vegetarian broth made with mineral water from Changbai Mountain was boiling.

Add the minced fish to the pot.

There is no boiling oil, only slow simmering at a low temperature.

The protein coagulates rapidly in hot water, releasing a pure, sweet ocean scent.

Not a single grain of salt was added.

I only added a drop of hand-pressed perilla oil.

Chen Yuan, holding the small white porcelain bowl, pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the headboard, her face pale.

Her long hair was scattered messily on the pillow.

After a whole day of running around, she was so hungry that she barely had the strength to speak.

Chen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and scooped up a spoonful of fish soup with a silver spoon.

He brought it to his lips and blew away the heat.

He brought it to her lips.

Shen Wanzhou smelled the light fragrance and did not move away.

Chen Yuan held a bowl of freshly deboned, premium tuna soup to her lips, coaxing her softly, "Wife, if you can't eat another bite, I'll have to buy the farm in that country where it's from and ship it here to cook it fresh."